Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
After several days of Metamucil, there was poo. But not any different poo than normal. So, we're still full speed ahead for the ultrasound. I'm just waiting until I get a couple paychecks under my belt so I can fork it over to the insanely high-priced temporary insurance company (temporary because once I'm permanent at work I'll be covered for free). I'm not too worried; since there's been no pain and discomfort of any kind, I'm inclined to think it's not serious, or at least not life-threatening.
Wedding plans have been giving me stress headaches. I'm so good at internalizing stress that I have to vomit before you'd know something was wrong. Jason can tell a bit earlier -- I get a glazed-over far-off look, I talk more softly, and I have trouble paying attention -- but I'm one of those who smiles through the pain. When we went car shopping last weekend, I kept eyeing the trash cans on the car lots to see if I could fit my head in them, just in case. To ease the burden of planning a long-distance wedding in a (relatively) short amount of time. I've started remotely interviewing wedding consultants. I've got the general vision and lots of the little details nailed down, and I don't need someone to do everything for me. I just need someone who can make sure the florist doesn't stiff me and the reception site contract includes table linens. I need a man on the street. Hopefully I can find someone who fits our budget.
After two weeks away, I finally got back to the fitness center on Monday for some strength training and some cardio on the elliptical. It felt good, but working out after work is going to be an adjustment. I have a 40-minute drive home, which gets me to our apartment at almost 6. If I don't start dinner, Jason starves. And there's laundry and cleaning and all sorts of things to fit in. I know I'll figure it out, but it might take a little bit to find a groove. On the upside, I am definitely eating better now that I have to pack my lunch -- salads, hard-boiled eggs, yogurt. The first few days at work were hard because we have a stocked fridge and pantry full of snacks and Coke, and everything is 25 cents. But I've said no, and I mean it. I have to order my dress by November, which means I have to lose some weight before then. The good news about my job is that it's easy to work in more walking. I'm on the second floor, and I have to walk down to the design and marketing departments on the first floor several times a day. I also have to go out to our warehouse, also downstairs, just as often. I've met some women at work who go for walking breaks twice a day, and they've invited me to join them. Things are good.
And when I weighed on Monday, I had lost the pound I gained in Texas. So, once again, I'm holding steady at 189.